The journey of more than half an hour, he drove it in just twenty minutes.
As soon as his car stopped, a nurse and a doctor rushed out.
He held Iris Harris and placed her on the stretcher. Watching her being carried away by the nurses, he suddenly felt dizzy, his breathing was rapid, and his chest felt like a broken fan, unable to inhale more oxygen. He weakly held his forehead, and all he could see was blackness.
"Mr. Hyde..."
The nurse walked over, looking at him with concern, "You don't look well. Do you want to rest for a while?"
Brandan didn't speak. He raised his hand to push the nurse away, then followed along.
Iris was pushed into the operating room. A doctor came over with a risk agreement for him to sign. As her husband, he was eligible to sign her surgery consent. But holding the pen, Brandan couldn't write anything. His hands were trembling too much. Brandan steadied his mind and realized he was shaking all over.
